BE frank with me, and I accept my lot; But deal not with me as a grieving child, Who for the loss of that which he hath not Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled. Raise not for me, from its enshrouded tomb, The ghostly likeness of a hope deceased; Nor think to cheat the darkness of my doom By wavering doubts how far thou art released: This dressing pity in the garb of love, -- This effort of the heart to @3seem@1 the same, -- These sighs and lingerings, (which nothing prove But that thou leavest me with a kind of shame,) -- Remind me more, by their most vain deceit, Of the dear loss of all which thou dost counterfeit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 101 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BIRTHDAY CROWN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) |